The thoughts of the other few were the same as Li Yan's; they were all certain that a Spirit Transformation cultivator had just made a move.
But now, seeing that the teleportation formation in the sky was about to disappear and that person still hadn't appeared, their gazes couldn't help but sweep over the demon cultivators that had shown up.
They began to suspect that the owner of that thin hand had deliberately hidden their cultivation, had already teleported over, and was hiding among this crowd.
In their view, the most likely candidates were the three Nascent Soul cultivators, especially the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator shrouded in a black robe, who should be a human cultivator.
Back then, among the demon cultivators, only Tu Tai was a Spirit Transformation cultivator, while there were three from the foreign cultivators.
But as soon as Gu Jiuqi appeared, he had used his absolute peak Spirit Transformation strength to knock the Sixth Sir and the Eleventh Sir down to the mortal realm.
It was just that after the great battle, it was unknown whether those two were dead or alive, and even their bodies were nowhere to be seen.
And according to the news later spread by Gu Jiuqi, after the great battle, he had spent a lot of effort to finally find Tu Tai's lair, and then secretly laid down a sealing grand formation.
After a great battle, Tu Tai had finally managed to escape by using a self-harming secret art.
But his Nascent Soul had also been mostly burned away. Even if he was lucky enough to survive, his cultivation would definitely drop significantly, and he might not even be able to appear for five or six hundred years.
"Kill!"
The two sides had only met for a few breaths, just sizing each other up, and no one had said a word.
In a strange silence, the ferocious light in the eyes of the burly demon cultivator grew stronger and stronger. After flashing rapidly a few times, he let out a loud roar and was the first to charge towards Li Yan and the others.
The cultivators behind him were like a swarm of bees leaving the hive. With the sound of clothes tearing through the air, a large swath of various colored lights instantly filled the entire world.
But Hang Lin, Qi Jinghong, and the other four did not act together. Instead, looks of suspicion and uncertainty appeared on their faces. Their gazes were fixed on a certain spot in the sky, which was the black hole that had shrunk to the size of a pinpoint of light.
Among the charging cultivators, the one shrouded in a black robe suddenly turned his head and looked at Hang Lin's group, saying sinisterly.
"What are you still waiting for? Are you thinking of disobeying orders?"
Hang Lin's group of four trembled.
The great lord who made them tremble with fear from the bottom of their hearts had not come. But at this moment, seeing the black-robed cultivator's sharp question, they knew they could no longer hesitate.
After exchanging a glance, Hang Lin was about to put away the formation plate in his hand and quickly meet Mo Qing and the others.
But just at this moment, the black dot above his head that was about to disappear suddenly brightened, then dimmed again. A figure abruptly appeared thousands of zhang above their heads.
Almost at the same time, as the black dot flickered with light, a speck of cold light, undetectable to all the Nascent Soul cultivators here, erupted and shot into the black dot hole at a speed that Divine Sense could not capture.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound echoed above the entire Malevolent Spirit Sect. Then, the entire sect shook once, and the mountain peaks simultaneously emitted a "booming" sound, shaking countless rocks and sending them tumbling down.
The cultivators in the air were dizzied by the subsequent huge force. Some cultivators with slightly shallower cultivation even fell straight from the sky.
At the same time, the formation plate in Hang Lin's hand also shattered like a cracked mirror, turning into specks of starlight in an instant. This made Hang Lin's face instantly turn unsightly. This was the best way for them to escape later.
It had been destroyed right before his eyes. At this time, even if they wanted to escape, the difficulty was already several times higher than before.
An aged voice also instantly resounded through the heavens and the earth.
"Hmph, let's see where you'll run this time!"
Immediately after, another figure appeared in the sky above the Malevolent Spirit Sect.
It was a withered, short, and small old man in gray clothes, looking to be about seventy or eighty years old.
He had a full head of white hair, but it was neatly combed. His expression was just lazy, and his sleepy eyes always seemed to be half-awake. He was casually looking at the person opposite him who had appeared a moment earlier.
That person was also an old man, dressed in magnificent brocade clothes. His face was smooth and hairless, but his eyes were full of the vicissitudes of time and age.
"First Sir, I trust you've been well since we last met. You've finally made your move!" the old man in gray said slowly again.
"Gu Jiuqi, you're as hauntingly persistent as ever!" the First Sir's eyes were extremely indifferent as he stared back at Gu Jiuqi without blinking.
This opportunity was once in a thousand years. Even knowing that there would be great risks, he had to take a gamble no matter what.
According to the information he had gathered, there were not many Spirit Transformation cultivators left in the lower realm now, but the one he was most wary of was Gu Jiuqi.
But he just couldn't find any trace of him. Even after spending a huge price to get information from the Malevolent Spirit Sect, he still couldn't be sure. The First Sir felt that everyone looked like him, but no one was.
But the First Sir could not continue to bide his time and wait. He knew he had been accumulating strength. How could the various sects on the Desolate Moon Continent not know? Without any scruples, they developed even faster.
In these years, especially the mid-level Golden Core cultivators, their numbers had been increasing like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
Although the number of Nascent Soul-level cultivators had decreased on the surface due to ascension, the number of people who successfully formed their Nascent Souls was several times higher than in previous years.
The First Sir had long wanted to curb this situation, but now he was the only Spirit Transformation cultivator left on his side. Tu Tai had most likely already perished, otherwise he would have contacted him long ago.
As such, they couldn't attack the major sects. And even if they did attack the smaller sects, the effect would be minimal, and it would expose the remaining strength of their side.
Their current strength was simply not enough to launch a full-scale offensive like before. The result of doing so would basically be a one-wave rush to their doom.
The Nascent Soul ceremony was a perfect opportunity:
First, although many elite cultivators would gather here, it was not all the cultivators on the Desolate Moon Continent.
Second, they could take the opportunity to ambush those cunning Nascent Soul cultivators on the road, and at the same time, kill a batch of elite disciples.
In the previous ambush, they had indeed achieved their expected goal.
With a well-thought-out plan against an unsuspecting enemy, the First Sir himself had also hidden his aura and acted separately to intercept the congratulatory teams. He had already besieged and killed four Nascent Souls and seriously injured seven.
For any continent in the lower realm, this loss was already quite heavy. If Yuyuan hadn't escaped, then it wouldn't have been seven Nascent Soul cultivators who were seriously injured.
After receiving the voice transmission, the First Sir sensed that the plan had been exposed and could only rush to meet up with Hang Lin and the others, abandoning the fat meat that was already in his mouth.
As for Hang Lin's group of four, and the hundred-plus Golden Core cultivators here, the First Sir did not want to abandon them either. That would be almost like killing a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of his own.
His current assets could not withstand such a toss, especially the four in the high-end combat power.
Hang Lin and the others had indeed not disappointed him. Here, they had assassinated another Nascent Soul cultivator and dozens of Golden Core cultivators. Yuyuan had also been beaten to the point of being between life and death.
With Yuyuan being injured twice, her Nascent Soul might already be shattered and unstable. Even if she were to wake up in the future, it would be very difficult for her to return to her peak state. Her immortal path might even end here, just like Mu Zuowang.
The two in the air only exchanged a few words, but they both understood the other's plan.
Even when the First Sir had attacked from the other end of the teleportation formation earlier, Gu Jiuqi had not stopped him, allowing him to teleport over numerous subordinates.
He was waiting, waiting to see if the First Sir would dare to teleport over himself. Otherwise, Gu Jiuqi would have continued to lie dormant and would not have cared about Mo Qing and the others.
He had been secretly searching for this First Sir for all these years, but the gap in cultivation between the other party and this incarnation of his was not too much. He was at the peak of the late-stage Spirit Transformation, and the First Sir was also at the late-stage Spirit Transformation.
Moreover, the First Sir was extremely skilled at concealing his tracks and was cunning and treacherous. Compared to him, Tu Tai was more of a fierce general in an army, lacking in stratagem.
That was why Tu Tai had inadvertently revealed his tracks back then and was trapped by Gu Jiuqi.
And when Gu Jiuqi's figure appeared, the gazes of the crowd below were also on these two.
"The Chimei Emissary is indeed still in the sect!" Mo Qing said softly.
They had always guessed that Gu Jiuqi should still be in the sect, but after more than a hundred years had passed, the Chimei Emissary, of whom there was no more news, had gradually been forgotten.
"This is the main reason why my three sects are wary of the Malevolent Spirit Sect and have joined forces. They have the Chimei Emissary, while our three sects, after cultivating to the Void Refining stage, whether it's Dao, Buddha, or Sword, all emphasize being emotionless and desireless."
"Those great powers in the upper realm are even unwilling to send out an incarnation to protect the lower realm. This is the so-called looking down on the common people, the Supreme Being forgetting emotions..."
Arhat Yiye, however, had a different feeling in his heart. He himself did not know if he would still have emotions and desires after his Buddhist dharma became profound in the future.
But he knew that the great powers of the three sects in the Immortal Spirit Realm were fundamentally unwilling to let their incarnations be far away from them.
Incarnations were very important to great powers. Even if just one incarnation left the main body, it would have a considerable impact on the strength of the main body.
And for an incarnation formed from a wisp of divine will like True Lord Qianchong, if one's strength had not reached the Body Integration stage or above, the strength of the incarnation formed from divine will would not be very strong, and its use would not be very great.
And even if the great powers of the three sects in the Immortal Spirit Realm reached the Body Integration stage, they would only become colder and more ruthless. What did the life and death of others have to do with them?
And although the cultivators of the Malevolent Spirit Sect cultivated what the righteous path called evil cultivation methods, they had actually sent out a true incarnation to protect the lower realm. This was somewhat difficult to understand.
Seeing the two Spirit Transformation cultivators appear in the high sky, it was not just one side's cultivators who were filled with emotion.
The mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator shrouded in a black robe, upon seeing Gu Jiuqi's figure, his entire forward-charging body suddenly came to a halt.
Then, as if he had been cast with a petrification spell, he was firmly fixed in the air, and his gaze towards Gu Jiuqi was filled with endless hatred.
Gu Jiuqi, who was confronting the First Sir in the sky, had extremely sharp senses. He immediately looked over. With just a glance, although the other party had a concealing art around his body, it was useless against him.
A trace of mockery appeared on Gu Jiuqi's aged face.
"I was wondering who it was. So it's you. To be able to survive after that one blow, your luck is quite good! Are you the so-called Sixth Sir, or the Eleventh Sir?"
"But from this, it seems that you are the only Spirit Transformation cultivator left now, hehehe..."
His words were first directed at the cultivator shrouded in a black robe, but as he spoke, his gaze fell on the First Sir.
The cultivator shrouded in a black robe, upon hearing Gu Jiuqi's mocking words, his body trembled even more violently. He suppressed the anger in his chest and let out a low roar.
"Gu Jiuqi, your end will definitely be... mis... erable!"
His voice was filled with boundless hatred. This person was indeed the Sixth Sir, whose cultivation had greatly fallen.
Their conversation was not concealed at all and was heard by others.
Those cultivators who had participated in the final battle at the Devil's Cliff immediately recalled the scene from back then.
When this Chimei Emissary had first appeared, with a single move, he had knocked down the two arrogant and unstoppable Sixth Sir and Eleventh Sir, who had already forced the late-stage Nascent Souls of the human race to the point of self-detonation, from the mortal realm.
It fully displayed the heaven-and-earth difference between a late-stage Spirit Transformation and initial and mid-stage cultivators.
It was just that later, these two had also disappeared, their life and death unknown.
Now, seeing this person again, it was unexpected that this mid-stage Nascent Soul black-robed man was actually one of the two arrogant figures from back then.
Just from the mockery in Gu Jiuqi's tone, one could tell that this person's realm had greatly fallen. This was definitely closely related to Gu Jiuqi's blow back then.
'The difference between late-stage Spirit Transformation and the first two realms is also like a chasm. How arrogant those two were back then, forcing Qian Fangshu and the others to the point of almost choosing self-detonation.'
'Martial Uncle Gu knocked them down to the mortal realm with a single blow, without any resistance, as easy as an old man playing with a naughty child!'
'However, the meaning in Martial Uncle Gu's later words is also very clear. That is, that Tu Tai and the other foreign cultivator should have already perished.'
'In that case, it also fits the current situation. This time, the other side plans to assassinate the Malevolent Spirit Sect and all the cultivators who came to offer congratulations. They can only go all out. Any strong experts who can come will appear. Where is the need to reserve strength...'
Li Yan silently pondered the meaning in Gu Jiuqi's words.
"Three hundred breaths!"
The First Sir sensed that there was currently no second Spirit Transformation cultivator around, and his heart settled a little.
This time, he was actually gambling, betting with his life. If two Spirit Transformation cultivators appeared in the Malevolent Spirit Sect at the same time, then they would be moths to a flame, walking right into a trap.
The First Sir did not want to waste any more words with the other party. There was definitely more than one Spirit Transformation cultivator on the Desolate Moon Continent.
He reckoned that he should be able to hold Gu Jiuqi for three hundred breaths.
This time was also what he had deduced from comprehensive factors. His cultivation was not as good as Gu Jiuqi's, but if he used hit-and-run tactics, Gu Jiuqi might not really be able to take him down in a short time.
Another point was that once he and Gu Jiuqi acted, even if they suppressed their cultivation, the intense spatial fluctuations caused would not be something a Nascent Soul cultivator could create.
In order not to affect their own cultivators, they would try their best to control the range of their arts, but it would still be more or less sensed by other Spirit Transformation cultivators. Even a distance of a million li was nothing to a Spirit Transformation cultivator. The First Sir had to consider all factors.
It had to be a quick battle!